[ti]Ep 3[/ti](Un)Safety Protocols [Skystone]
Dec 6, 2019 3:30:54 GMT -5
Post by Miko Nakadai on Dec 6, 2019 3:30:54 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 1 | Day 1
It’d been a veeeeeery long three months for Miko.
Full of detention aaaaannd… more detention. Then, just when she thought she was free? She got detention for something else. It wasn’t that she was trying to be unruly, she was just bored! Sitting in class when she could be hanging out with Bulk or Carbine at the Omega Base now that there was the possibility of some Decepticon ass-kicking action!? UUuh hellooo… Didn’t take a genius to work out which one of those options was more fun!
Today, though, there was surprisingly no detention (tomorrow was a different matter, but eh, problems for future Miko!). She’d gotten to go back to the Omega Base after school like normal, the only thing different was that it was Bumblebee who picked her up instead of Bulkhead. With the rules of the buddy system being lifted, it meant the Autobots could go out a lot more now! They could fly solo, and have all KINDS of fun adventures! Or… patrol, which was probably the case for Bulk.
Tossing her schoolbag rather unceremoniously up and onto the small ledge where the couch and TV were as Bumblebee started monitor duty, she made her way through the Omega Base looking for something to do. Carbine should be around here somewhere, right?
MMmmaaybe not. Ugh. She wasn’t tall enough to reach any of the keypads outside everyone’s rooms (not that she knew the codes), and she didn’t feel like finding a broom to be able to reach them to try in the first place (far too much effort) - which was a shame since she did have Carbine’s door code perma-locked in her memory. Not that that was hard, it was the same friggin digit 4 times in a row…
Sooo unoriginal.
Ah well! Time for Plan B! There were plenty of places to explore in the Omega Base until something caught her interest or until someone fun showed up. Which definitely meant going downstairs to nix the probability of someone like Optimus showing up, or even worse - Ratchet! Eesh, fun police much?
Choosing to take the stairs instead of the elevator for ultimate stealth, Miko quickly made her way down to the lower levels of the base. A lot of the rooms down here were used for storage, and many of them were locked - filled with things left over by NEST, she assumed - and some of them were basically empty, used for training rooms for when the bots wanted to spar or have a moment of peace and quiet.
But these rooms weren’t what Miko was looking for, or even remotely interested in.
She’d been down here a few times during her many, many visits to the Omega Base, but usually under supervision or when helping Bulkhead fix something up down here. Every single time, her gaze had drifted to a vent along the bottom of the corridor that… as far as she could tell? Wasn’t bolted down. Ever since her adventure crawling through the vents looking for stray Scraplets, Miko had an urge to get back in there and explore more freely without being under the watch of Laura and Optimus, but had been unable to slip away unnoticed to do so.
Until now.
Plus, being down here on the lower level? It meant that none of these vents had been crawled in by her- meaning there may be the chance of finding something REALLY cool stashed away. It wasn’t like anyone else except Raf could fit in them and check, and he wasn’t the type to do that!
Making a beeline to the vent in question, Miko wasted no time in crouching next to it. Her suspicions were correct, and it had simply been slotted into place but the four corner screws were missing.
Excellent.
Using both hands, she would grip the bars of the vent and wrenched back with one swift movement. She probably didn’t need to use ALL her strength because it moved easily, and was surprisingly heavy now it wasn’t nestled into the wall. A gasp, a squeak, a loud metallic slam as she let go of it, forcing it to fall forwards onto the concrete floor.
Ack! Abort abort! Part of her wanted to scramble into the vent to escape should anyone come, but there was this moment of panicked silence, the ringing of metal in her ears, where she decided that sitting still would mean getting into less trouble on the off-chance someone came down this way at hearing the noise.
Which she hoped they wouldn’t.
It’d been a veeeeeery long three months for Miko.
Full of detention aaaaannd… more detention. Then, just when she thought she was free? She got detention for something else. It wasn’t that she was trying to be unruly, she was just bored! Sitting in class when she could be hanging out with Bulk or Carbine at the Omega Base now that there was the possibility of some Decepticon ass-kicking action!? UUuh hellooo… Didn’t take a genius to work out which one of those options was more fun!
Today, though, there was surprisingly no detention (tomorrow was a different matter, but eh, problems for future Miko!). She’d gotten to go back to the Omega Base after school like normal, the only thing different was that it was Bumblebee who picked her up instead of Bulkhead. With the rules of the buddy system being lifted, it meant the Autobots could go out a lot more now! They could fly solo, and have all KINDS of fun adventures! Or… patrol, which was probably the case for Bulk.
Tossing her schoolbag rather unceremoniously up and onto the small ledge where the couch and TV were as Bumblebee started monitor duty, she made her way through the Omega Base looking for something to do. Carbine should be around here somewhere, right?
MMmmaaybe not. Ugh. She wasn’t tall enough to reach any of the keypads outside everyone’s rooms (not that she knew the codes), and she didn’t feel like finding a broom to be able to reach them to try in the first place (far too much effort) - which was a shame since she did have Carbine’s door code perma-locked in her memory. Not that that was hard, it was the same friggin digit 4 times in a row…
Sooo unoriginal.
Ah well! Time for Plan B! There were plenty of places to explore in the Omega Base until something caught her interest or until someone fun showed up. Which definitely meant going downstairs to nix the probability of someone like Optimus showing up, or even worse - Ratchet! Eesh, fun police much?
Choosing to take the stairs instead of the elevator for ultimate stealth, Miko quickly made her way down to the lower levels of the base. A lot of the rooms down here were used for storage, and many of them were locked - filled with things left over by NEST, she assumed - and some of them were basically empty, used for training rooms for when the bots wanted to spar or have a moment of peace and quiet.
But these rooms weren’t what Miko was looking for, or even remotely interested in.
She’d been down here a few times during her many, many visits to the Omega Base, but usually under supervision or when helping Bulkhead fix something up down here. Every single time, her gaze had drifted to a vent along the bottom of the corridor that… as far as she could tell? Wasn’t bolted down. Ever since her adventure crawling through the vents looking for stray Scraplets, Miko had an urge to get back in there and explore more freely without being under the watch of Laura and Optimus, but had been unable to slip away unnoticed to do so.
Until now.
Plus, being down here on the lower level? It meant that none of these vents had been crawled in by her- meaning there may be the chance of finding something REALLY cool stashed away. It wasn’t like anyone else except Raf could fit in them and check, and he wasn’t the type to do that!
Making a beeline to the vent in question, Miko wasted no time in crouching next to it. Her suspicions were correct, and it had simply been slotted into place but the four corner screws were missing.
Excellent.
Using both hands, she would grip the bars of the vent and wrenched back with one swift movement. She probably didn’t need to use ALL her strength because it moved easily, and was surprisingly heavy now it wasn’t nestled into the wall. A gasp, a squeak, a loud metallic slam as she let go of it, forcing it to fall forwards onto the concrete floor.
Ack! Abort abort! Part of her wanted to scramble into the vent to escape should anyone come, but there was this moment of panicked silence, the ringing of metal in her ears, where she decided that sitting still would mean getting into less trouble on the off-chance someone came down this way at hearing the noise.
Which she hoped they wouldn’t.